In Anno Domini 900 (Because I couldn’t fit it anywhere else in the chapter) The tower was cold, dark, and clammy. Condensation often...

The Product of Sacrifice Buttercup lay on the cot in the cell, pretending to sleep. Though her heart had been nervously thumping in her...

God is Dog Spelled Backwards Jilli felt like she was falling. A week ago she’d been so confident in her plan, but now that it had...